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"Hey, Sugar," a female sinner purred as she went up to Alastor.
In the dingy bar, there were few people. A drunken man sung karaoke on a shabby stage in the corner, the mic cut off because he was a horrible singer, but he didn't seem to notice as he kept doing his one man show, really leaning close to the microphone, his unkept beard scratching against it.
At the counter, the Radio Demon sat on a stool, drink in hand. He was currently taking a break from the hotel since Charlie decided to invite Vox and his little friends over for an interview. Sure, it would put the princess in trouble, but that was no skin off his back. His ear twitched when he heard someone come up to the bar, but assumed that they simply wanted to order. Unexpectedly, he felt a hand touch his shoulder and heard the girl speak to him. He smiled at her, but it didn't reach his eyes. The curvaceous bunny sinner took it as invitation to join him and she sat by his side.
Slightly annoyed, Alastor let her blabber on. As someone who had used seduction to get his way multiple times, he was no fool. He could tell when someone was flirting with him. However, he couldn't tell if the girl didn't recognise the demon she was talking to or if she didn't care. Humm. He'd have to do something to get people to remember who the Radio Demon was.
"So, how about we blow this joint and get somewhere more... private," the furry woman asked coyly, trailing her finger up his arm, crinkling his suit. The deer's eyes followed the offending digit. He pulled himself away from her. "I'm afraid I'm not interested," he stated, taking another sip of his whisky. Leaning backwards in shock, the bunny screeched "Why not?!" She vaguely motioned to her barely clothed breasts and privates, the lace underwear showing, ripped.
In his gaze, she could see that he was utterly uninterested in her, like one who was staring at a stranger's child making a preposterous demand. Upset, she raised her tone. "Oh! You're one of those gays, aren't you! You lead me on, you faggot!"
Unbothered, Alastor replied "I'm just not interested in sex." Taken aback, the female sinner stammered, getting close to the man, grabbing him by the collar. He could smell her cheap perfume and the rancid scent of something salty festering. "No interest in sex? What's wrong with you? There's nothing greater than sex! What, are you one of those atrocious puritains who claim to be above all that?! You depraved bitch!"
Sometime, the deer would consider himself a patient man, especially when it came to schemes or his own entertainment. However, that girl had made him run out of it. Raising his head, he bit her neck. At first, she let out a startled shout, then a pleasured moan with a "That's it, daddy, harder!" After only a second more, the bunny girl began howling, pounding his shoulder with her fists. "STOP! STOP!" Alastor didn't stop digging his fangs, his sharp teeth tearing her throat, blood pouring into his mouth, coating his tongue.
Weakly, the woman raised her hands once more and tried fighting the man in red off, but she soon let out a gurgle and her arms fell limply at her sides. As he got off of her, Alastor spat out her vocal cords. While he wasn't fond of eating women, he knew that the other cannibals didn't care.
Unfortunately, while he brought the corpse over to Rosie's emporium, her words kept ringing in his fluffy ears.
'There is nothing greater than sex!'
He'd heard that exact same sentence for most of his adult life, both in hell and in New Orleans.
During the prohibition, many intoxicated girls had offered to perform sex acts on him. He'd brushed them off. Often, these girls, once sober, came back to see him, either to ask him to pretend they didn't say anything, their faces flushed, or to reiterate their offers.
Once in hell, he could barely take two steps without having a naked person throw themselves at him. Even in media, every magasine, every tv show contained some type of depraved sexuality.
"Sex is really great!" Vox had once told him, looking shyly at his body, undressing him in his mind. The sinner had found it awkward, but nevertheless let it go. It was only a phase, his friend would grow out of it.
No matter the arguments he was presented with, Alastor didn't understand what was so great with sex. It seemed so gross, so sweaty, so... smeared with fluids. The mere thought of someone touching his bare body with lustful intent made his skin crawl. It felt so unappealing, to select a person to have sex with. It felt like choosing a vulture to pick his bones clean. The thought of inviting someone in his bed felt like a violation of his privacy.
And it seemed needless as well. Sinners couldn't reproduce, so there was no need to fornicate. If simple masturbation was enough for self-pleasure, why go the extra steps?
But so many people seemed to think he was wrong.
Was he wrong?
He doubted it, doubted there was some grand revelation to be made about sex that he'd somehow just missed for a century.
But a seed of uncertainty had taken root in his heart, nurtured by the thousands of times he was called a freak for not wanting to have sex.
Once he'd seen of the large screens everywhere the results of Vox's visit to the hotel, Alastor assumed that the coast was clear and returned to his job. Despite that, his mind was preoccupied with intrusive thoughts.
One bullied the others away.
Would having sex 'fix' him?
Thousands of faces flashed in his mind, all of them reacting to him saying that he found sex unappealing. All of them staring at him as though he had grown a second head, or perhaps they'd realised he was never meant to be human.
Perhaps he as a person was wrong...
With a heavy sigh, he pondered, climbing up the stairs to get to the lobby's second floor, looking down upon the sinners milling about underneath. Who would even have sex with him?
He couldn't just pick anyone, some people might want commitment, or bragging rights.
So, what? A person who wouldn't want to have their coupling known to the public, someone who had experience, preferably, and who could forget their one night stand easily.
Yeah, right, as though someone like that would just fall from the sky!
The very next second, a pink puff of smoke erupted next to him, Lucifer walking out of it, then jumped backwards when he saw the red sinner. "Wha- Bellhop, what the fuck are you doing here?!" he growled, glaring at the taller man.
Close enough.
Lucifer's eyes bulged out, so much so that Alastor wouldn't be surprised if they just rolled out of their sockets. "You- you want to have sex with me? Why?"
Scoffing, the deer lied "Do I need to have a reason? I live to entertain myself, and what's more entertaining than bedding the king of hell himself!"
Dubiously, the devil stared at the deer like a cat with its hackles raised.
The sinner didn't push, simply staring at the fallen angel with little interest.
For a few minutes, Lucifer seemed to think deeply about this, but in the end, his hand reached for Alastor, wrapping around his palm. "Alright."
"We have sex once, and neither of us can tell anyone else that it happened. Ever." A too sharp grin rose to the sinner's lips. "Does that seem fair?"
"Yes."
A heavy weight settled inside of the deer's stomach as he made an appointment with the shorter man to schedule their coupling.
Unexpectedly, Alastor agreed to have sex in the devil's bedroom, in the duck themed bed. He stared at the ostentatious golden sheets and the mountains of rubber ducks, at pretty much everything that wasn't the one who agreed to be his partner. The deer sat at the edge of the bed, his back ramrod straight, in only a bathrobe the colour of red wine. With his legs swung over the side of the bed, his hooves could touch the floor.
As Lucifer climbed over on the bed, he blatantly announced with his arms crossed over his chest "I expect you to be doing all the work." Annoyed, the shorter man frowned at him. "I should have know you would be lazy about it," he grumbled in his pink bathrobe's fluffy collar.
Scoffing, Alastor retorted with his teeth bared "You should be grateful. When was the last time you even got to touch someone?"
Since Lucifer didn't have a comeback, he changed the subject, sitting cross legged in front of the taller man, looking somewhat hurt. "Do you want to give or take?" For the first time that evening, the Radio Demon glanced his way. "Pick whichever you're better at. And the one that will require the least amount of action from me." Sneering, the fallen angel stated "Of course, you're just going to take, like all you sinners. It's all you're good at."
Alastor didn't react much to the devil's jibe, simply raising an eyebrow, but he did pinch his lips when pale white hands grabbed his waist and pulled him towards the middle of the bed, laying him down on his back.
Lucifer caged him, each hand placed flat on either side of the deer's head. They were face to face, the shorter man above the red demon. "Is there anything off limit?" the fallen angel asked, with little care in his eyes, his voice getting rough from anticipation. Despite himself, the sinner's body heated, equal parts because of nervousness and expectations. "No."
Without warning, the devil lowered his face and pressed his lips to Alastor's, hurried and needing, with the hunger of a starving dog that hadn't been fed in decades, gnawing at his thin lips. The deer's prey instincts to him to freeze or flee. He forced himself to reciprocate to the hate-filled kiss. Clumsily, he copied Lucifer's movement and thanked his lack of a gag reflex when a thick long tongue was thrust down his throat.
The muscle was long and thick, reaching the back of his throat, blocking his airway. It undulated in tandem with Lucifer's lips, the open mouthed kisses sloppy, making big wet smacking noises. The longer the kiss went on, the more light-headed Alastor became, his lungs burning because oxygen couldn't get in or out of them. Trying to signal this to the shorter man above him, the sinner grabbed his arms, the grip bruising at first, then it slowly lost strength.
Dark spots danced in the deer's vision, his head lolling.
All of the sudden, the thick tongue blocking his airflow pulled out, the mouth smothering him left, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. Throwing his head back, the sinner greedily gulped down mouthfuls of air, like it was a balm for his burning lungs. When his vision cleared, Alastor noticed that the devil was staring at him with an odd expression. "Why didn't you tell me I was about to hurt you," he asked, looking at him dead in the eyes. Rubbing his throat, the taller demon sneered "Aww, you didn't enjoy that? And here I thought the king of hell would be a sadist."
This statement seemed to bother Lucifer. He grit out "In any case, just warn me, next time. Communication is important!" Alastor barked out an incredulous, mean laugh. "If someone were to hear you, they might believe you're about to make lovey Dovey love to someone you care about!" His voice got low, dangerous, not in the sexy way, but rather indicating a self-destructive behaviour. "We are just here to get to the bottom of sex. It's all instincts and desire. So don't treat me like it matters I'm fragile!"
Taken aback by the outburst, Lucifer frowned. He seemed hesitant, unsure if he should just call this whole thing off. Before he could do anything, the sinner untied his bathrobe and parted it, glaring at the shorter man. It was a challenge.
Clenching his fists, the fallen angel took it.
He sat back on his heels and observed his partner's genitals. Two testicles and a sheath, the aspect of it more bestial than human. Lucifer palmed the area. The fur covering the deer's body was short and it was rough if one were to rub it the wrong way.
Uncomfortable with the way the devil examined his nether regions, the sinner turned his head away and mumbled "I can change it, if you want." Raising his head, the shorter man asked "What?" With a snap of his fingers, the sinner's anatomy changed. The sheath smushed, the balls were swallowed up by the body. Within seconds, the male parts became female, the fur there slightly longer, fully covering his pussy lips.
Curious, Lucifer reached and parted the vagina's outer lips, exposing the moist beige inner parts. "Huh," he simply answered, fascinated by the metamorphosis. "You know I could have still worked with a dick. It's not like my wife hasn't pegged me before." Embarrassed and uncomfortable, like there were ants crawling all over his sex, Alastor grumbled "Are you just going to stare?"
Complying, the shorter man bent down and licked a long stripe with his tongue over the smooth flesh. He settled his mouth over the clitoris and began to suck it, his fingers dipping down to the sinner's fluttering hole. Hidden in a tight fold of skin, the entrance was a bit though to part, but two of the devil's digits pressed their way through. The inner muscles were somewhat dry, squeezing around the intruders.
Laying on his back, Alastor's breath shuddered, his legs open for the other demon, the muscles of his thighs spasming as he desperately wished to close them. He didn't look down at what Lucifer was doing, his eyes on the yellow ceiling. He didn't dare close them either. He needed to be alert, just in case. He winced with every bit of vagina that was conquered by dark claws.
On the other hand, the fallen angel let his eyelids fall shut as he lapped up the cunt he was served on a platter. The more he sucked, the wetter the hole became, the sex coating itself with a lustrous shine. The salty taste was mixed with musk and a little bit of wildness. His tongue strayed lower and tasted something metallic.
Confused, Lucifer opened his eyes. There was a small stream of red leaking in between the fingers pumping in and out of the deer. Panicked, he rose to his elbows. What! He'd hurt the sinner? How could that be?! There was no way he could?!
"Bambi!" he shouted. "I told you to warn me if I hurt you!" Startled, Alastor's stare fell on him, his eyebrows knitted. "But you didn't? I thought I felt something tear, but there wasn't pain, it was more like a pinch." Blinking, taken aback, the devil glanced back to the blood mixing with the vaginal fluids coating the taller man's furry white inner thighs.
Was that his hymen?
But that couldn't possibly be the sinner's first time, he asked so casually, like sex wasn't anything special.
As Lucifer slid in a third digit, he mulled it over. Did the hymen fix itself whenever he changed his genitals or was it just the first time he used a vagina for fornication?
However, he was unable to keep his thoughts for very long. His loins burned, his dick's bobbing head brushing into his pink bathrobe.
He had accepted the deer's offer for two main reasons. As the bellhop so kindly brought up earlier, it had been a while since he had fucked and Alastor was very attractive, even if he was a master at getting on people's nerves. Furthermore, he and his wife were in an open relationship, even if the devil hadn't really taken advantage of that when his wife was still there. Therefore, there was no reason for Lucifer to deny himself and refuse the sinner's quick one night stand.
Parting his fingers, the fallen angel scissored the soaked hole. At his sides, Alastor's fists clenched and unclenched, taking deep breaths. The shorter man's digits left his hole, the walls immediately trying to recover and heal from the intrusion.
Lucifer untied his bathrobe and left the fluffy fabric slide over his shoulders and down his body, pooling around his knees. His half mast glistened, the pale white member engorged with golden blood glowing under the thin skin, especially where there were veins.
At the rustling of clothes, the deer sat up, propping himself up on his elbows. Dread pooled in his guts when he saw the devil undressing, making the reality of the situation sink in. His chest ached and Alastor really wished he hadn't gone and gotten himself into this mess.
He couldn't stop this anymore. If he did, the short king would mock him for chickening out when he saw his dick.
Biting his lips, the sinner laid his head back onto the pillow, his heartbeat picking up, his body gearing up to fight or flee.
It's just a dildo, I want this, Alastor chanted in his head like a grounding mantra.
Lucifer ran his fist up and down his own cock, getting himself hard, only stopping when pearly pre-cum beaded at his tip. Pleasure coiled pleasantly into his lower belly and he pushed his dick in between the taller demon's pussy lips, rubbing the head and shaft over the female sex to get himself wet. "Are you ready?" he asked when he pressed his manhood to the other's entrance. "Sure," the deer answered, his eyes on the ceiling.
Thankfully, the devil's preparations weren't in vain and slide in was seamless, the vaginal lubricant working wonders. When he was penetrated, Alastor was surprised to feel barely a thing. It was mostly a foreign sensation a bit distant from him, with only the feeling of something prying his cunt apart. The pressure from the penis skewering him felt uncomfortable, bordering on painful, put not quite pushing over the edge. The sinner hoped that that sensation would wear off soon, like it did with the fingers. He could feel his blood beating through his clitoris, pulsating, requesting attention. Above him, Lucifer groaned, his eyes fluttering shut, grabbing onto the slender furry thighs to steady himself. "Fuuuck, that's good," he moaned.
Slowly, he started rocking, still holding onto his leg. From the sinner's point of view, Lucifer looked like a humping dog. "Can you feel me?" he purred. Bluntly, the deer replied "Not really." The devil's eyelids opened, his gaze heated. "Okay," he groaned breathlessly. For a second, the blond man pulled his dick out and the taller demon's body felt relief that the pressure vanished.
The fallen angel's hands grabbed onto his waist again and pulled Alastor up, making him get on his knees and turn around, instructing the sinner to place his palms flat onto the wall above the bed's headboard. "I'm going back in," Lucifer mumbled in the deer's fluffy ears as he plastered his pale white chest and stomach to the other's back, the short fur there tickling his golden nipples. As promised, the rod was back, poking at the younger demon's sore hole. It speared its way through the vagina, the walls sometime resisting.
In this position, Alastor could feel something pressing against his stomach and his bladder. It wasn't painful, but not exactly pleasurable either, more like a spark of feeling, more interesting and intriguing than the other sensations he'd felt inside his cunt. The devil rolled his hips, punching that point in his stomach a few times, tingles spreading into the deer's legs.
Claws groped his flesh, touching everywhere they could reach. The sinner's claws dug into the wall. All the places he was touched felt like they had been seared, the uncomfortable feeling lingering long after the hands had left.
Before Alastor could grit out a barbed comment about this, a mouth was to his neck, mumbling and kissing. A breath was punched out of the taller demon, his pussy squeezing. "Fuck, that's it, babygirl," Lucifer moaned into the other's furry shoulder before pressing messy open mouthed kisses to the slender neck in front of him.
Shivering, something was boiling into the furry tummy, making the deer's cheeks heat up. His lips fell open, silent breaths escaping him, static screeching louder the more his body burned.
The king of hell brought a hand up and hooked it around the younger man's hips, reaching down and cupping the filled cunt, fondling it before lowering his thumb to press down onto the erect clitoris.
Shuddering, his guts squirming, his thighs shaking, Alastor slid down to be on his hands and knees. When his arms couldn't hold him up anymore, he buried his head in a pillow, his hands pinned under his own weight, but he kept his ass up.
The new position allowed Lucifer more leverage and he swung his hips more vigorously, letting go of the other demon's bean to grab onto the deer's antlers and pulling. Jerked back awkwardly, the sinner bleated, his breathing growing into panting, his pussy clenching down like a vice grip. Frantically, the devil hammered into the sopping wet vagina, the bed creaking and the headboard slamming into the wall, using his hold on the black antlers to piston in and out.
While he was being pounded, Alastor barely made a sound, save for his static increasing in volume the quicker the shorter man became. It was growing overwhelming and not very comfortable, friction gaining a sharp edge against his smooth insides.
Fortunately, it didn't last long and the devil plunged in with force, hitting something hard inside of the sinner, sparking another unidentified sensation. Moaning, Lucifer shook above the deer, remaining very still. The taller demon wasn't sure what the other man was doing, but nevertheless said nothing. His heartbeat quick, his ears ringing, his body hot, the inside of his pussy stinging and itching, begging to be scratched.
After a few seconds, the smaller body went limp on him. Tiredly, the fallen angel brought a hand to Alastor's sex and rubbed it, his fingers gliding in the messy wetness there.
The skin was slippery and sensitive, especially on the clitoris and the area in between the urethra and the hole. The claws squelched as they flickered quickly the vagina. Heat build up inside of the sinner, like a coil about to snap. Soon, the pussy convulsed, squeezing and throbbing.
The second the deer's orgasm was over, the flame of arousal that had been lapping at his bones vanished, snuffed out, like a switch had been flipped off.
With his mind clear, he stared over his shoulder at Lucifer resting on his back. Feeling the red eyes on him, the fallen angel glanced up at his partner, placing his chin over his furry shoulder blade. "Sorry, I'll get off."
As he clumsily slid down of the sinner's back, the devil's dick slipped out. Alastor took the opportunity to roll onto his back, giving his poor abused waist a break. His mind analysed what he just went through.
His legs ached, his neck was damp from the fallen angel's hot breath and his hole was sore and slightly burning, something thick bubbling out of his rim. Confused, the radio demon looked between his thighs. Stunned by the sight, he blurted out "What the fuck!"
It looked like a yellow glowstick had been poured into him, although there was a slight golden metallic glint to it. Speechless, his eyes angrily landed on Lucifer. The fallen angel was also mesmerised by his cum leaking out of the deer's hole.
Without thinking, the devil bent down, his head growing close to the sinner's pussy, his forked tongue peeking from between his lips, barely a sliver. Alert, Alastor snapped his legs closed and glared at the shorter man. "What do you think you're doing?!" he hissed, his sharp yellow teeth bared. Surprised to be snapped at, the king of hell explained "I was about to clean it up." Upset, the younger demon barked "With your face?!"
A shiver went through his shoulders when he realised what Lucifer had wanted to do. Unfazed by the shorter man's puppy eyes, he asked, his voice going high pitched "Were you going to lick up your seed out of my cunt with that devilish tongue of yours!?!?"
A flash of guilt flashed through Lucifer's face, but he argued "Have you never heard of aftercare before?" Pinching his lips, Alastor looked down upon his partner for the night. He hadn't, but he wasn't going to let the other know that. "I don't care much for... aftercare. I can handle myself." Without saying another word, he sunk into his shadow, slinking out of the room, leaving the fallen angel all alone on the bed.
"Jerk," Lucifer mumbled as he looked at his messy bed with disappointment and sadness.
Alastor teleported straight into his bathroom and sat on the toilet, hoping that gravity would do most of the work to get the cum out of himself.
While the laws of physics worked their magic, he pondered about his experience and reached to this simple conclusion:
Sex was a fucking scam!
All that work for the same result he would get from masturbating! All it did was to take longer and to make him uncomfortable.
Why did people make a big deal out of it? It's just bodies rubbing in more or less awkward position in the hopes of getting a bit of pleasure. There was no 'magical' touch from a lover nor was there any grand revelation to be made about sex.
Sure, it wasn't entirely unpleasant, but he didn't need someone else just to orgasm!
What a waste of time and effort.
What sort of crack were all of those people berating him about sex on?
It was almost laughable that for a century, he had been the one who was right over thousands of people.
The roll of toilet paper squeaked when he took a few sheets, the paper crinkling in between his claws as he wiped the goopy mess left in between his legs. It took several attempts to fully clean up the glowing sperm from his pussy.
Sex is such a joke.